Summertime Castle

Standing proud and strong upon the hill,
Fields of crops surrounding its walls,
Small cottages lying scarce in the fields,
Men plowing while children play,
Cows grazing in rich green pastures,
Sheep being relieved of their thick wool,
Horses being saddled and prepared for journey,
Knights preparing to embark for afar,
Smoke billowing from stone chimneys,
The smell of stew filling the air,
Wafting upwards towards the hills crown,
Blocked out by an impenetrable wall,
The wall of the highest tower,
Rising high above the other walls,
Topped by a balcony with rails,
A man stands watching the village,
He is adorned with a deep purple robe,
A rich golden crown sits in his snowy hair,
His ancient beard falls down to his belt,
This is his castle and these are his people,
He watches as both thrive in the heat,
Summertime has been prosperous for them,
But winter is coming with her icy chill,
Coming to try this castle again.